Unacceptable

Disclaimer: I'm tired of saying this… I DO NOT OWN BLEACH!!!!!!!

As the sun sets on the horizon, Ichigo and his mother led the frail youth to the bathroom.

Soft teal eyes stared in amazement. He didn't mind the coldness of the dark-forest green, marble floor. Statues of of Angels holding vases, which cradled sweet scented orchids of various flowers, made the whole room smell like a refreshing garden. Each of them placed on a single pillar. The room was quite massive, for the space may be mistaken for a hallway.

Ichigo glanced down at the young boy who's [very] small wrist was gently held around his own hand. He began to worry as he caught the sight of toshiro in a daze, looking up to the one of the angels on the pillars.

Misaki gave out a light giggle, "I've never seen you this worried about a person you have never known before, Ichigo."

"Yeah, well... " The young teen ruffled his hair with his free hand as he sighed in frustration, "... He just looks so... well,... fragile."

"You might be right, it seems like he's locked away from the world." Misaki spoke with a tone of pity.

"What should I do then? Lady Mitsushiro just left him here with me without a clue of how to take proper care of him!? Mom, please! I really don't know what to do." Ichigo pleaded, but he didn't notice that he was grasping the lithe wrist tightly. Making Toshiro winced in pain.

"Ichigo, be careful!! You're going to hurt him!" She warned, grasping her son's arm, trying her best to let his grip loosen.

When he did, Toshiro hid himself behind Misaki's protection. Shuddering as he clung onto the loose white dress.

"I-I'm sorry mother... " He shuddered himself of what he had done to the poor Toshiro.

"I suggest you go to your room, young man." Misaki spoke softly, not to scare the shuddering boy any longer. "I'll take it from here."

Disgust with his own actions, Ichigo turned to leave the room without a word.

"It's okay, it's okay. Don't be afraid, no harm will ever come to you, my dear." She assured him with her sweet, mother-like tone. All the while holding the small child in a secure embrace.

Toshiro has never felt this type of emotion from a lady who [looks] older than his sister. Is this what it means to feel a mother's love?

That question was held tightly in his mind. Perhaps he may find some who are willing to take him in with their open arms.

To be in her arms felt like...

... home...

Something he might never feel again, if something where to happen to him again.

~//~//~//~

Looking up at the ceiling, Ichigo just couldn't take his mind off of what had just happen a moment ago.

For some reason, his mind just seems to wander to that young boy.

'What was his name again... Toshiro wasn't it?' He thought to himself.

He wondered if he needed to speak to Zangetsu about this problem, but in the end, he decided to keep it from him.

'I just hope he forgives me for this.'

~//~//~//~

"You're such a beautiful child..." Misaki murmured as she gently rubbed the loaf from Toshiro's shoulders to the top of his small hand.

A mist of steam surrounded them while Misaki bathes the young boy.

Toshiro didn't seem to mind the physical contacts at all. The water was lukewarm, but he didn't mind at all of the water temperature.

Misaki wondered why his skin felt as cold as the marble floor. She giggled at the sight of Toshiro fiddling with the rose petals, causing more to move with the continuous ripples on the water surface.

"I'm glad I have another son in this family. Not that I complain having mostly girls." She laughed softly. Teal eyes glanced at the smiling face. To him, this strange face put him at ease.

TBC

Hurray!! It's Summer!!! That means I have LOTS of time to update!!!! XD
I apologize that somecharacters may be a bit OOC (....or may be that's just me...???)
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter.